Kidney Bun Toons. OW OW OW!

Apparently it’s as painful as childbirth…but I can’t believe childbirth is THAT painful.

So, as I head for bed last night, I realize I’m a couple of days late with a Spider-Man job, and it’s actually immoral for me to work on a Bun Toon the next morning until I finish the job on my drawing table. But…about ten minutes after I head for bed, I get a little pain in my side…which changes some of my plans for the weekend, all on its own.

This Bun Toon was drawn in the Emergency Room with paper a nurse found for me. Sorry if it’s difficult to read.

Pain.

As of this morning at about 6:00 am, I passed the stone.

Ow.

They’re right. It’s WAY more painful than giving birth to a child. At least the child gets you birthday presents once they reach the age of ten.

Ty the Guy OUT!

Of course, this being comics and kidneys, there’s only ONE possible Bonus Moment:

Comics’ greatest Kidney Hero, from Howard the Duck.

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For last week’s Election Themed Bun Toon, drawn by someone in no pain whatsoever, click above.

For the Bun Toon Archive, stretching back a couple of years, click the rabbit in pain above.

I’m with ya, buddy. I had to go to the emergency room years ago because of kidney stones and the pain was blinding. When they finally injected the morphine into me I went from the worst pain of my life to the most blissful feeling ever. Finally passed the stone later. In any event, DAMN YOU KIDNEY LADY

Y’know, I don’t think excruciating pain is a good excuse for you to not be clear with what happened in the gown in that eighth panel. ;)

No, I hope all is well and I applaud your dedication to Bun Toons!

Wait, is the fact that you couldn’t be given a replacement gown due to that damn socialist medicine up thar in Canadia? Dammit, now the commies are trying to make America into that socialist medicine too, and we won’t have un-peed on hospital gowns! Damn you Obama!!!;)

Thanks for all the good thoughts and wishes, peoples. Kidney stones, it turns out, are mind-bendingly painful, right up until they pass, or they give you lovely drugs and the pain goes away, and then you pass it, and then there’s no pain at all. So as of Saturday morning, I’ve been right as rain. It didn’t leave any lingering effect on my body beyond a weird bruise where the IV drip was stuck in my arm. Perhaps I fought the needle a bit with all the writhing in pain that night, I don’t remember much from midnight onwards.